Dickie's chickens are out again Used to just worry about the fox in the pen But there's blood in his eyes Blood on his hands I think that it's high time we go I heard the Pharoah's last command Every boy, in all of the land They're staining the doors With the blood of the lamb We should all be hitting the road We're leavin nothing here but graves 3-7-77 Come for it all Sirens and trumpets, the boatman's call 3-7-77 Over the wall And we run and run and run Throw all your love in a burlap sack Heat and the smoke bleed through the cracks With our eyes to the west Never look back Like a dog who just ran out of time Montana Troopers and Egyptian kings Never good news the cold bastards bring Whips and slaves The yoke and the ring Try to put it out of your mind We're leaving nothing here but graves 3-7-77 They smell the fear Putting the flame to all we hold dear 3-7-77 Get out of here And we run and run and run and run Run and run and run Ten more plagues and ten more nights Vigilantes and Israelites The guns of militias blaze hellfire light This ain't the time to break bread Most of the prophecies tend to come true And there wont be a heart left to beat when their through They're coming for me They're coming for you Just like sweet Gabriel said We're leaving nothing here but graves 3-7-77 They smell the fear They're putting the flame to all you hold dear 3-7-77 Get out of here And we run and run and run and run 3-7-77 Over the wall Sirens and trumpets, the boatman's call 3-7-77 Come for it all And we run and run and run Run, run, run, run, run